Josette

Joined January 2008

Artist's Description

I met Josette a long time ago…..and every time I saw her would give her a fewdollars for a meal…..she was very bright and polite…..her husband died and herchildren moved South….with no money and no job….she became homeless….

I dedicate this poem to Josette and to all the people who..because of sadcircumstances..are homeless and hope people will be more understandingof the plight of the homeless….

Artwork Comments

Absolutely beautiful. You higlight the fact that a sad serious of events can lead anyone’s life to becoming one of the ‘misplaced’. Usually the death or departure of a loved one is the catlyst to a depression that then brings a hoplessness and an inability to cope with the demands of the modern world. It is getting to such an extent in Paris that some of the homless actually work in normal jobs but can not afford to support families that have become scattered because of the low wage and the ever increasing cost of modern living. Thank you for leading me to this poem, Sally.

Thank you so much for reading this…New York also has so manyhomeless..the cost of living is outrageous…I don’t know how familiesmanage to survive….Sally xxoo

sunsette15
about 9 years ago

Such a lovely poem……..so sad and so true about judging others. It is very different where you are we don’t have really many people living on the street. I feel sad for Josette and her silent pain. You must be a very caring person to give a few dollars an be such a good model in life.